17. Ryan

Chapter seventeen

Ryan

I get in ten laps in the hotel pool before throwing on some clothes and meeting the others on the bus to head to the airport. It wasn’t the best swim, but like the coach always said, “ Chlorine is the breakfast of champions.” When we board the plane, I’m thankful neither Alan nor I get sat next to Duckie. You would think he would be used to flying by now. Alan has an aisle seat, and while I’ve drawn a middle seat, there is no one sitting on the aisle, so I move over and Tim, who’s sitting by the window, and I take advantage of the extra space.

“You can have the window if ya want,” Tim says, pulling out his AirPods. “I’ll be sleeping the whole time, anyway.”

“No, thanks. I’m good with the aisle.”

“No worries, mate, see you in a few hours,” he replies, pulling down an eye mask and leaning back a little in his chair. Not that the seats in economy lean back far.

I pull out my phone to switch it to airplane mode and spot a message from Teddy.

TEDDY: Amazing game! We finally settled on a location for Granny’s ninetieth. You’ll never guess where.

Well, that sounds ominous. Granny is notorious for picking obscure places to celebrate her birthday. When she turned eighty, she hired a double-decker ghost bus comedy show on wheels thing to drive us around London, revealing the haunted history of London’s most famous and well-loved attractions. It was actually amazing.

RYAN: About to fly to the next stop on the tour, please don’t make me guess.

TEDDY: She’s chosen the karaoke bar, and get this. She’s picking a song for every person who’s coming to sing. So, book that flight! Second Saturday in October, you better be coming.

That’s perfect. If she had chosen the weekend before her actual birthday, I would have had to miss out on visiting the ranch with Alan.

RYAN: Wouldn’t miss it.

I flick my phone to airplane mode and am about to put on my headphones when I suddenly recognize the stewardess walking down the aisle.

“Lorna, is that you?” I ask and she smiles and makes her way towards me.

“Blimey Ryan? How long has it been?”

“Too long,” I say, standing for a second to give her a hug.

“How’s the family?” she asks, and it’s funny. We’ve both been living in the US for years now, and while my accent has morphed into some hybrid sound, Lorna has kept her full cockney accent, and it has me slipping back deeper.

“Good, they haven’t been out to watch a game yet, but Mum swears she puts it on the telly for Granny. How about you? Have you been back much?”

“Not as much as I’d like. Don’t get me wrong, I love living in the US, but it can get lonely sometimes not having family close by.”

“I get that.”

“Dad retired a few months back, and he’s already driving Mum up the wall, and me little brother Donny is engaged to some girl he met down the pub only a few months back, so I guess I’ll be headed home for a wedding before long.”

Duckie barrels past us and rushes into the standard bathroom.

“There’s always one on every flight,” she sighs. “Poor lad, I’ll get him some ginger tea.”

“I doubt it will help. Duckie’s always hated flying. You might want to leave a few extra sick bags on his chair, though.”

“Will do. Well, hun. If you need anything at all, just press ya button.”

“Cheers, Lorna.”

She pats my shoulder and heads towards the bathroom where Duckie is hurling up whatever he has left in his stomach. I didn’t see him eat much at the dinner, but he did polish off a few drinks, probably trying to steady his nerves about taking this flight.

I distract myself by scrolling through social media on my phone, but I keep thinking of how I could have had Alan before we got on the plane and I stupidly chose dinner with the guys. What was I thinking? I crane my head back to look at him and he smiles my way, stretching his arms above his head. I could have had those arms wrapped around me. Urgh, this flight is going to be torture. How long is it again? Maybe I should try to sleep like Tim? I close my eyes, but my mind throws the memory of Alan’s mouth wrapped around my cock and I open my eyes. I guess sleep is out of the question. My cock is at half-mast from just the memory of him. Maybe I could go take care of this in the bathroom once we take off?

Orrr, maybe I could get Alan to join me in the bathroom and then I can take care of him? But Airplane bathrooms are small. Oh, but not in first class. Not that I have been in first class, but Lorna shares videos on her socials of the different amenities on flights and the first class bathroom is big. It has a bench and a shower, aaaaand I don’t know why I am thinking about the first class bathroom. I’m sitting in economy plus.

The engines kick in and as the plane picks up speed and starts to tilt, my mind is thankfully on getting us in the air and not on Alan’s beautiful mouth on my cock. But the second we are stable, back the memory comes.

I spot Lorna talking with another passenger ahead of me and an idea comes to mind. I mean, it is probably a long shot, but if I don’t ask, I have zero chance.

I reach up and press the call button. She finishes up with the passenger and heads my way.

“What can I get for yah, hun?”

“I was actually wondering, and like, I totally get if you can’t, but what are the chances I could get a look at the first-class bathroom? I saw that video you took on your page, and it looks amazing. I’ve never showered on a plane before.

She laughs.

“Yeah, me neither.”

“I mean, it’s okay if I can’t I just thought I would ask.”

She looks up the aisle towards where the other staff are chatting between the sections.

“I can’t make any promises, but let me see what I can do,” she says, and she heads up the aisle.

I’ve almost given up hope when the lights start getting turned down and people are settling back in their chairs to try to get some sleep, but then Lorna comes over and crouches beside me.

“I’ve booked a time slot for a shower at half past twelve. I’ll come and get you when it’s time and show you where it is, okay?”

“Oh, my god that’s amazing,” I whisper back, trying not to disturb the other passengers. “Cheers. You won’t get into trouble, will ya?”

She shakes her head. “No, first class is surprisingly empty. Besides, you’re not taking a seat, just using the bathroom.”

“I’ll be back when it’s time.”

I look back to where Alan is sitting. He isn’t asleep either, and he’s looking my way as he mouths what I am pretty sure is, “What was that about?”

I really didn’t think Lorna would actually be able to get me into the first-class bathroom, but I totally chickened out asking if I could bring a friend. How creepy would that be? She would have to know what we would be doing in there. So now I just have to figure out how to get Alan in, too.

I’m a bundle of nerves as I watch the clock counting down the minutes until Lorna comes back to get me. When she finally arrives at my side to collect me, I practically jump from my seat.

“This way, hun,” she says, and I follow her into the first-class section, where only two of the pod-like things are closed over and the rest of the seats sit empty. Seems like a waste to me. They could have upgraded a few of the other passengers, you would think.

“If there is turbulence, the seat belt light will come on and there is a bench seat in the shower and another in the room. Strap in and wait for the light to go off before trying to leave. You will have five minutes of hot water, and keep in mind, the water will not turn on unless you have the shower door all the way closed and locked. You can use any of the amenities inside you like, and there is a call button by the door in case you need anything not provided.”

Lorna opens the door, and I have to say I’m pretty impressed. The bathroom is as big as some hotel bathrooms I’ve been in, and it smells like vanilla and orange and nothing like an airplane.

“Wow,” I say, stepping inside.

She lets out a soft giggle. “Have a nice shower.”

“Oh, bugga, I had a change of clothes in my bag I was going to bring. I will just duck back, is that okay?” I ask, and she smiles and nods.

“Me and the girls are grabbing something to eat while most of the passengers are asleep. You know your way back?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” I say, and I head back towards the main section of the plane. As soon as I am in Alan’s sight, I make a motion with my head for him to follow me. It probably looks like I am having a seizure, but he gets the idea and heads my way. I slip into the section where they prepare the drinks.

“What are you doing?” he whispers, glancing back down to make sure he wasn’t seen.

“Follow me,” I tell him and take his hand. His large fingers wrap around mine and send warmth spreading through my arm all the way to my chest. How does he do that?

“Should we be in here?” he whispers when we pass the first class pods.

“I hooked us up, you have to see this,” I say, and I push open the bathroom door and usher him inside.

“How the hell did you do this?” he asks as his gaze moves through the room in awe.

“The stewardess you saw me talking to is named Lorna. We went to school together back in London. Grew up together, actually, we were only a few houses down. We’ve kept in touch over the years, and so when I saw her, I had this idea.”

“I never even knew airplanes had this on board.”

“I’ve never been inside a first-class bathroom either, but Lorna posted a few videos online a year or so ago. Check it out, we even get a hot shower,” I say, pulling open the door to the shower stall, and Alan peers inside.

“I don’t think we’ll be sharing that space,” he laughs, and I let the door fall closed.

“It is a bit tight, but we have plenty of space out here.”

“That we do,” he says, closing the distance between us, gripping my waist and pulling me against him. I slide my hands up his arms to his neck and kiss him. The aroma of vanilla and orange surrounds us in a delicate haze as he strips off my shirt and unbuttons my pants.

His mouth moves down my neck, and I lean against the countertop as he kisses his way down my chest to my thickening cock.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for hours. How much time do we have?” he asks as he kneels before me.

“Thirty minutes. Less because our slot started at half twelve.”

He chuckles.

“What?”

“Nothing, I just love how you tell time. Half twelve. It’s cute.”

“You want to waste our time in here debating the better way to tell time?”

“No, I want to spend it with my mouth wrapped around your cock, actually,” he says, then he pulls my briefs down and takes me in his hand. “Are you ready to join the mile-high club, Mr. Tanner?”

The way he says my name, all formal, sends a shiver through me.

“Why yes, Mr. Beaker, I am.”

He licks his lips and then wraps his mouth over my cockhead.

“That’s so fucking hot,” I say as he swirls his tongue around and starts to swallow me deeper. My hands grip the sides of the countertop, my ass half up on the edge as he strokes and sucks over and over. His free hand works its way between my legs to grip my balls, tugging them slightly on the down stroke, and I groan.

“Shhh,” he pulls back to hush me.

“I doubt they can hear anything,” I say, and he smiles and shakes his head.

“Put something in your mouth, just in case,” he says, and I bite my lip.

“Oh, I’ll put something in my mouth alright,” I say, and I step around him, kneel on the floor, grab a few towels, and lay them out.

“Strip,” I say, and he shuffles out of his clothes as I lie on the towels on my side.

“Ohh, the floor is warm. It’s heated. Fuck, they really do have it good in first class, don’t they?”

“Well, it’s all ours now,” he says and moves to join me.

“Other way, I want your cock right here, not your mouth, it’s going back to where it was,” I say, and he does as I ask, lowering himself beside me with his long thick cock, hard and leaking right in my face.

“Perfect,” I tell him, grabbing his base and running my tongue up his length.

He moans softly, and then his hand directs my cock into his mouth, and it’s incredible. Laying side by side, I move my free hand to between his thighs and grip his ass to pull him deeper into my throat. His fingers slide between the cheeks of my ass, teasing my hole and itching me closer and closer to the edge.

I love the way his ass clenches when his cockhead pushes past the back of my throat. The soft moans escape him as I bring him closer to climax. Knowing I am bringing those noises, though muted, out of him is the best feeling. Being with Alan is unlike being with any man before. His touch sends electric pulses through my skin to my core. His hand brushes against my cheek, and I want to melt into him, be wrapped up in his arms, be one with him. Like this. Now, on the floor of a first-class bathroom, we are one. Joined in every way, and fucking hell, it’s incredible.

He moans again, and he starts to thrust a little against me, fucking my mouth with his long, hard cock. I try to match his pace, but my balls are full, and when he slips his finger inside me, I explode, fucking his mouth, jerking as I try to control my suction around him and come at the same time. Just when I am almost spent, the first of his salty bursts hit my tongue, and I clench his ass tight and draw him deep into my mouth, his body convulsing as he fills my throat until he softens and slips free.

I roll onto my back, staring up at the ceiling, and he moves to lie beside me right way up.

“That was incredible, also probably a dangerous position to be in if we had hit any form of turbulence,” he says, kissing my cheek.

I turn my head to face him, and his lips meet mine, the taste of us mixing in a delicious medley, and I pull him on top of me and deepen the kiss for a moment before he pulls back.

“We don’t have much time,” he says, and I smile.

“I should have asked for two slots.”

“We have the rest of the night at the hotel,” he replies, kissing me softly once more, then climbing up and holding out a hand for me.

“The flight gets in at two. By the time they get us to our rooms, we won’t have much time at all, not if we want to sleep.”

“Who needs sleep?” he laughs, opening the shower door. “Come on, I think we’ll both fit.”

I squeeze in with him, and I’m thankful the water is instantly warm the second it comes out of the shower head. Once we’re wet down, he switches it off.

“Hey,” I start, but he grabs the washcloth and covers it in body wash.

“The timer there shows only five minutes of water. We’ll need it to wash off.”

“Oh, right. Lorna did say something about that.”

“You weren’t listening?”

“Nope, I just kept thinking, shut up already so I can go get Alan so I can make him come at fifty thousand feet.”

He shakes his head and then kisses me again. This time, he doesn’t pull away, and we stand in the cocoon of the shower, his mouth on mine, our hands soaping up each other’s bodies and rinsing each other off until the timer reaches red, and we climb out. I pop open the door first, peeking out to make sure no one can see us both leave, and when I am sure the coast is clear, he slips out and heads back to his seat.

I close the door and follow not too close behind. Once back in my seat, I lean back and close my eyes, hoping I might be able to get in a power nap before we land so I will have the energy to go again when we get to the hotel.

Tim clears his throat beside me, and I look over to see him peeking over at me from under the corner of his eye mask, a smirk on his lips.

“Where have you been?” he asks, and I shrug.

“Had to use the bathroom,” I reply, then pull on my headphones and look away before he sees the giant smile on my lips.

Best flight ever.